A Poem by Beverly Stock. Written while humming "Slow Hands" by Niall Horan.
Slow Rolling railcars are a better pick,
If high-speed travel makes you sick.
Slow On The Uptake is confusing,
Slow But Sure, is so unamusing.
A Slow Burn is getting angry indeed,
Slow Motion kisses fill a girls needs.
My advice? Get out of the Slow Lane,
Slow Moving traffic is just insane.
If asked to Slow Dance, take the advance,
If he has Slow Hands, jump at the chance.
Slow Moving Vehicles stay to the right,
Slow Food Service- a hungry man’s fright!
Slow Markets make a stock broker mad,
Slow Release tablets - best to be had!
In the Slow Lane, you're just an onlooker.
Best “Slow” I know, is in my Slow Cooker.